I guess you're next, I rosted Mc's and Iv'e Baked A Few
This'll be easy coz obviously the rhyme God has "For$aken U"
From what Iv'e read from your lyrics, I know u won't Get Far
Yo rhymes could be a 50 Ton Comets, They still won't Hit Hard
You're Just Disgraceful, Plus, me burning u Must Be Painful
If u Regurgitated Kool-aid, u still couldn't spit Nothin Tasteful
Watch it bitch, yo whack juice is drippin on yo Key Board
Wit yo whack style u'll never blow up, Like Disassembled C-4
You will be X'ed out, but no, You're Not Malcolm
Coz u couldn't sell a record if it came wit a new Tupac Album
I really have a whole lot of shit to Spit About You
I rather snuff you for loose change and Beat the Sense out U
(Cents)
Let it Live, My Intelligence is too Excellent
You try to keep up, but get left "in the dust", like Elements
Accepting a challenge from me means that u Accept Defeat
Coz U x 5 trillion still = ......Less Than Me
I don't know nothin About You, but with those skills, I Doubt U
If say that Rap is "In U", I came to take everthing Out U
This is not the way u play, U Lost the Race
What you spit is "Garbage", like you drink Toxic Waist
We can even battle in a ring, so ya'll can see Who's the MC
He Can Even spit a Canibus verse, he'll still Lose Against Me
I can rip mic any where, Spittin Lound and So Sick
On stage, If the crowd was on Trampolines instead of Chairs, they still wouldn't Bounce to yo Shit